Even though it may seem as though it will consume you...
you must not allow it too.
if you do, it will corrupt your soul,
filling your heart with blackness.
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It comes to us all...
age, gender, wealth, none of that matters.
it will find you.
there is no stopping it.
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The eye of the storm,
raging with turmoil and hate,
strikingly deadly.
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Why do people find death so scary?
why do people say that death is sad?
they stand there,
and spend their lives worrying about that,
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There is nothing but darkness,
all around as far as the eye can see.
nothing but the sound of your heart and fears.
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When it seems all is lost,
this is what you turn too,
it will pick you up from the dust,
and help you go on.
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Death.
it may be only a humble end,
but its one that will shame us all.
fore we all run and hide, as it draws near.
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As they drop the last shovel full,
he drops to his knees,
as he lays his soul to bare,
and cry's out to the heaven,
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This simple emotion can both corrupt, and save the soul,
it is a simple one to give, and simpler to receive.
it makes you do funny things,
things you'd never do before.
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He walks an endless road,
that has no stops,
that has no reverse,
that has no turns.
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